It's interesting how I can never seem to find strength when I am searching for it. I will try all that I know to do to find strength and for some reason it eludes me. Then, when it seems as if I am like a fighter about to be knocked out, strength finds me. Most times in the most unexpected of circumstances. Today I have had some very good interaction with someone who is also a revolutionary and they don't even know it. The person that I am talking about has battled every form of addiction, attempted suicide many times, is diagnosed with a mental illness that I don't believe he has, and is still here and still fighting. He has been homeless, he has been unemployed, he feels as if he has been abandoned by those who are supposed to be helping in his fight, and still he fights on. He does his best to be the best person he can be. When he told me his story I was nothing short of amazed. I thought to myself, "How can this guy still be here? After all the suicide attempts, drug overdoses, battles with the father of lies, and abandonment? Yet still he stands in there and trades punches with the dark forces with reckless abandon." My answer is the strength of his soul. I am convinced that he has the soul of one of the Lord's most elite soldiers in this fight. Not only this but I know that, even with all of his shortcomings, the Lord is having his angels stand on his right and on his left. They are going before him and they are at his rearward. And those that are with him are more than those who are against him. Through talking with him I feel a renewed energy and strength in my own soul. I have pledged to myself and my savior that I will try to be more Christlike today than yesterday. And most importantly I have pledged to never, never, never give up. No matter what the cost. No matter what the circumstances. No matter how I may be tossed about by the crashing blows of my adversary. I will stand in there and trade punches until my savior will say unto me, "Well done my good and faithful servant, enter into my kingdom."